So after a fun trip to Borders, I ended up with 45 dollars worth of books. Whoops. I bought a French copy of Glamour magazine (I miss reading things in French), Anna Karenina (no, I didnt get it just because it's Oprah's new book for her Book Club, I have been wanting to read it), I also got a fold out map of New York, and a nice guidebook for people who live there. It has a good section on Astoria. There's a bar there with a beer garden! Item number one to check out when I arrive I think. I'll have to be able to drink though. Damn it.

I just got off the phone after making a few apartment phone calls. This one guy, Louis, the one who sounds right out of the movies, was awfully friendly on the phone. He offered to pick us up from the subway stop and take us to the apartment. I was like, "That's cool and all, but I can follow directions and it isnt necessary for me to get picked up from the station by a total stranger." Well I didn't say that, but I was thinking that. Yeah. What a long strange trip it's going to be I think...

So I got up today and had a message on my cell phone. It was from this guy in Queens calling me back about an apartment that we wanted to look at. I could barely understand this guy. You know those stereotypical Queens accents in movies that people have? I always thought they were exaggerated a bit. Nope. I could just picture this guy with his tracksuit on and weird sunglasses. Makes me think of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. Although, that was Brooklyn, not Queens.  The apartment sounds nice though so I can't make fun of this guy too much. God will smite me again. Look what happened when I kissed a boy among other things...

I am getting more and more excited to go to New York now. I am also getting more and more freaked out. There are so many things I have to do just to get myself there.  Once I am settled, I have to worry about stupid things like dishrags and having scissors. Trying to have your own place is complicated! Having lived in the dorm and Gamma Phi house has left me unprepared for this. I have nothing to set up my own place. Oh wait, I have Cutco knives! I can cut food at least.  I want to get a queen size bed (or at least a full size) but my mom is being mean and told me no. I HATE sleeping in a twin bed because my feet hang off the bed. For short people this is not a problem, but it is one of my pet peeves. I like to sleep diagonal and you can only do that in a bigger bed. I even saw this cool comforter from target. It's periwinkle.  My mom found these two pictures made out of paper that my great aunts brought back from Asia years ago. I think I might frame them and use them as inspiration for my new room. Ok, I know, I have been watching too many design shows lately. That's what happens when your mom likes all that crap and isnt working until August.

Ok, so I know I said I was going to bed, but I have been trying to figure out how to add links to my blog. Stupid computer. Oh yeah, I know that the last posts I placed on here are weird when you read through them, but keep in mind that I was under a lot of stress of at school and I say weird things at 3 in the morning. I'm not really that weird...

Ok, since it is summer and I have now been forced to do nothing, I figure I can get back into writing in my blog. Well, first off, I have acute CMV (cytomegalovirus). It sounds all scary doesnt it? Well, it is. It's an inflammation of the liver. Most people are exposed to it as children, show no symptoms, and then build up an immunity to it. Of course, I am one of those lucky people who felt like shit for a week and have now been told to do nothing to recover. You catch it the same way as mono. Damn. Guess we all know what I was doing.  I had to quit working for a couple weeks to get better.

However, I am going to New York with Sayaka to look for an apartment on Thursday.  Since she is going to be a student and I am basically unemployed, we have to stick to a budget.  We're trying to get a place in Astoria, Queens. It's one of the trendier neighborhoods where a lot of young people live. Naturally, Trump Tower was my first choice, but I figured Manhattan traffic would get on my nerves every day and then I'd have to worry about where to park the Jag. Cough cough.

Well, the really annoying thing about CMV is that even though this post wasnt that long, I am not tired of typing and must go to bed. God has punished me for kissing a boy by striking me down with this evil virus. I can't even drink for a month!